bonnmot:
âI used to live âround these parts, not too far from here.â Thatâs why he was standing, staring at Timâs building.Â
   âOh, yeah? Oughta be glad you got out quick, rent started skyrocketin.â

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@snipedt
bonnmot:
âI used to live âround these parts, not too far from here.â Thatâs why he was standing, staring at Timâs building.Â
   âOh, yeah? Oughta be glad you got out quick, rent started skyrocketin.â
whitestetson:
âThose travel-size board games fallen outta fashion? Iâm not surprised. Playinâ Connect Four on an airplane, hit turbulence and your chipsâd all disappear, end up halfway down to the cockpit.â Another circle, next to the first. Raylanâs hat is low over his eyes, avoiding the last beams of light.
   âSure, thatâs your biggest problem with turbulence. Ruinin your game of Connect Four.â He looks sidelong at Raylan, flatly, and then over at the smouldering wreckage a ways down the beach.Â
whitestetson:
It would be a picture-postcard sunset if not for the wreckage still burning where itâs partly buried, not far off. Theyâre at least out of the way of the smell.
âIf this is how you wanna occupy your time, Tim, Iâd come up with a game that lasts longer than a couple seconds. Dig around, find a Monopoly board.â Sitting, he digs his thumb into the sand and leaves a circle in the corner of the grid.
   âOnea those Harlan things, bringin an entire board game on a plane? Sounds like a Harlan thing.â Harlan. Itâs goddamn miles away, unbearably far, so far that it feels like itâs a fiction, a joke, something out of a book. He puts a cross in the middle.
@whitestetson
   âYou in?â Heâs scratched a game of tic-tac-toe into the sand, wet enough that itâll hold it. The sunâs hitting the edge of the horizon and painting everything heavy, warm red.
bonnmot:
Itâs not the perfect time to satisfy her mild curiosity, but itâll do. Theyâre the only ones in the veteranâs club in the daytime so she can speak at full volume.Â
âDo you own a gun, or do you have to hand in your rifle at the end of the day? Iâm prepared to be surprised, Tim.â Sheâs not surprised heâs a lawman now, even if she wouldnât have guessed heâd be a Marshal of all things.Â
   âThe whole âhand over your badge and gunâ thing loses some of its je ne sais quoi if Iâm handin my gun over every night before I leave anyway.â Heâd like to say heâs not a day drinker, but he is, so there. He has a sip of beer and ruminates. âIf you wanna be specific, though, I got a gun for my job and a gun at home just in case, and they let me have a rifle outta the lockup if someone needs shot from a distance.â
sameriver:
Willard probably needs a sign for his cubicle saying I just work here, if only he were allowed decorations. Thereâs been an awful lot of people hovering over his shoulder, lately.
âIâm no lawyer. Couldnât tell you.â
   âWell, Iâm no lawyer, but I got a pretty good grasp on the law as it pertains to my job.â Lousy excuse if you ask Tim. He props a hand on his hip. âAnyway, you gotta hop along with me, if your nameâs Benjamin Willard. Tim Gutterson, Marshals Service.â He flashes the badge. Itâs always a good day when he can flash the badge.
@sameriver
   âYâknow what I always wondered is, how come yâall get to poke at my Facebook messages whenever you please just âcause youâre in the mood to see who Iâm tellin to stop sendin me Candy Crush requests, but I gotta get a warrant to read someone elseâs postcard?â
@sameriver
   âYou hear that?â He had his lighter out; he puts it away again, cautious, lined with tension. The only movement he makes is to take the cigarette out of his mouth and tuck it into his top pocket.
memoryserved:
Their wrists are out with did-they-goddamn-rehearse-this grace and speed. âOh no Marshal, whatâre you gonna do? Put me in handcuffs?â
   âWell I canât now because Iâm worried youâre gonna get us both arrested for public indecency.â
memoryserved:
Tim âFive Sevenâ Gutterson isnât rising to anything. âWow! Thatâs a world of difference â I take it back. You are tall and itâs not weird at all.â
   âThereâs no need to be so sarcastic.â Not so fun when the shoeâs on the other foot, is it, Timothy. âItâs against the law to bully a US Marshal, I could arrest you here and now.â
memoryserved:
  âGod, is it such a sin to like you just as you are? Which happens to be your default, 5â˛7 state of being?â
   Heâs not gonna say anything. He wonât rise to it.
   Nope heâs definitely gonna rise to it. âEight. Five eight.â
memoryserved:
  âYes.â
  âDisturbingly so.â
   âWell now Iâm gonna have to get some built-up shoes just to spite you. Did you stop to think about that âfore you broke my heart.â
@memoryserved
   âHey, Ken.â
   âYou think Iâd look weird if I was taller?â
whitestetson:
âWhatâs that?â Meaning the drink, Raylan points at it as he sits down to Tim and accidentally swipes his finger through the cream bobbing in the soda. âOops.â
Heâs definitely happy with his own ice cream and the situation at large, so heâs a little puzzled by Timâs apparent general malaise. Â
âYou seem awful tired.â
   A pained expression. âI donât wanna talk about it.â Tim has a long sip of his drink. It tastes good but he isnât really feeling it. He pulls a piece of lettuce out of his burger and eats it, looking morose. âItâs a Purple Cow. Grape soda float.â Another sip, to wash out the taste of wet lettuce, and then he takes the top bun off his burger so he can pluck out the pickles.
whitestetson:
Raylan appreciates the existence of complex flavours, he just doesnât want to try them right now and he doesnât want to be pressured into adding things to his vanilla shake if he orders a vanilla shake. He doesnât know what cocoa nibs are, but heâll chance a shake and a slice of pie as that appears to be some kind of bonus.
The day is bright and warm. He takes his order to the seats out front and stands beside the table to take his jacket off, watching the ice cream on his pie as it melts.
   Tim heads over to Raylanâs table with a purple cow float and a chicken burger, lowering himself wearily into the seat and letting out a long sigh. Thereâs some grape juice on his index finger and he sticks it in his mouth to lick it off before it gets sticky.
   âHey Raylan.â
obtused:
  âMy mum told me I was handsome. Those womenâll say anything.â Tentatively, shyly, his stream takes up again. âAnything to say about the cock-shaped elephant in the room?â
   Okay, but, he is handsome, so. Checkmate? âYou want a review or somethin? Iâm not an expert.â Okay, but, he kind of is, so. Checkmate two?